Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The third prince found what the man said to be a little odd, but he didn’t think too much about it.

The only thing was…

He only got to take a couple of steps before the leading soldier walked up and blocked his way.

The next thing he knew, waves of sharp pain were stabbing through his chest.

“We are here to send you down the road to the netherworld. Please don’t blame me, Your Highness!”

Extreme pain blurred his senses. Laughing and taunting echoed in his ears.

The third prince used the last traces of his energy to say two words. “You, you…”

Before he could finish the sentence, he gasped his life away. His body, soft as if boneless, collapsed to the ground.

The soldier kicked the prince’s body to make sure he was dead. He then sent his men to toss the body into a well in the backyard.

As long as the body was swollen enough from being immersed in the water, it would be difficult to determine the time of death.

By then, they could simply blame the death of the third prince on Prince Changshou’s men.

“Let’s go. There’s obviously no trace of the third prince here. All we found was a madman. Let’s go search somewhere else.”

Meanwhile, things didn’t seem to be going as well with the other mission.

The third prince had been taken care of as ordered. But it seemed impossible to find the fourth prince.

Worse, they couldn’t even get into the fourth prince’s place.

A soldier secretly reported this to Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen was confused. “Can’t find the fourth prince’s place?”

The soldier appeared innocent. It was not like they couldn’t find the fourth prince’s place. In fact, they had found it, seen it, but no matter how hard they had tried, they simply couldn’t get in.

It was, no doubt, the right house. But they couldn’t find a way to get close. It was if they had been trapped and could only go in circles.

Feng Zhen didn’t believe in supernatural things, yet he was alerted.

“You can go now. Just secretly keep an eye on that place, and don’t let random people get close to it.”

Feng Zhen lowered his voice and gave the soldier his orders. His brows were tightly knitted. He went to Jiang Pengji and told her about it.

“My lord, the supernatural theory is beside the point. But if the fourth prince turns out to be fine, then he can take advantage of these kinds of ‘miracles’ to build hype for himself. Common people and the imperial officials may prefer him as the successor to the throne. If so, we might as well go farther and burn that block down to eliminate any risks, right?”

Feng Zhen firmly believed that no supernatural theory could be real. But too many people were either too credulous or not smart enough. Stuff like this could easily work very well with them.

Throughout history, almost all of the emperors had had some sort of “miracle” recorded in their biographies.

Otherwise, how could they honor the so-called “divine right of the emperor?”

Jiang Pengji laughed and asked Feng Zhen a question.

“Burning the area down sounds like a good idea. But what if it doesn’t work? What if every other house nearby turns into ashes, but the fourth prince’s place still stands intact? Then we will not only fail our mission, we will also end up helping him by adding another miracle. There’s no supernatural stuff going on. It’s simply someone’s little party trick. No big deal.”

Feng Zhen was surprised. Before he could ask, Jiang Pengji left what she was working on to him.

“You take over for me for a little while. As for that fourth prince, I will send him on his way.”

If the soldiers could find the fourth prince’s place, that meant that the time-traveling woman didn’t plan to take Wuma Jun seriously.

That was the best-case scenario. It would save her a lot of trouble.

But now the group of soldiers could see the fourth prince’s place right in front of their eyes, yet they couldn’t get anywhere close to it. That was interesting.

People in the old days would attribute stuff like that to supernatural powers. The audience of the streaming room reacted in completely different and wild ways.

Coca Cola: Hearing the streamer say that she was gonna send the fourth prince on his way, I was totally bewitched. She’s such a bad*ss! I want to marry her!

Pepsi: You guys are all busy being enchanted by the streamer’s powerful aura. Am I the only one who noticed something in what Feng Zhen said? I’m super curious about the fourth prince’s house. What’s going on with it? Why have the soldiers kept going in circles? Is there really some supernatural power behind it in this world?

July Mint: Even if there really are supernatural monsters, our streamer can tear them to pieces with her hands. What’s there to be afraid of? We only need to rely on our streamer!

Lemon Lemon: Thinking about what the streamer said before, I have a feeling that the fourth prince’s legs might not be broken at all. Now that the first, second, and third princes have all been wiped out, he may actually get the throne, right? Even if his legs are no good, ancient people tend to be very superstitious. If the fourth prince finds a way to put some miracle filter on, he may still become the new emperor. It’s hard to predict.

People in ancient times tended to give mysterious things credit for anything they couldn’t explain. But from the perspective of a modern person, chances were that everything hard to explain had a human manipulator behind it.

If the fourth prince took advantage of the opportunity, it would be possible for him to win.

Too bad his enemy was no ordinary person. It was Jiang Pengji, who was an expert in dealing with crazy witches.

The fourth prince was far from the emperor’s favorite. After he had moved to Chenzhou, his mistress, Liu Huan, had given birth to an ominous two-headed baby, which had caused Wuma Jun to be banished again and again. This along with some other unfortunate incidents had caused him to end up living in the most desolate part of the Imperial City. There was pretty much nothing there, except for some houses that looked like they were haunted. This showed how much the emperor despised him.

Jiang Pengji got close to the house without being noticed by a single soul.

The house in front of her turned out to be something unexpected to both Jiang Pengji and the audience in the streaming room.

Fallen Peanut Candy: No way! That’s the fourth prince’s house? It doesn’t look like it at all. Any common rich guy’s house would look a lot better.

Shenjia: Well, after all, he was disliked by the emperor and didn’t have a fancy family on his mother’s side. Of course he lived a tough life. It seems pretty normal for his place to look less glorious.

The audience of the streaming room was talking about the appearance of the house, but Jiang Pengji didn’t pay much attention to them. She furrowed her eyebrows.

The whole place was enveloped by strange spiritual energy, which could affect regular people’s judgment.

Bookworm Xiaoyin: Streamer, let’s go check it out to see if it’s really something weird that makes people go in circles.

Wanzhao Qingkong: We have to believe in science and go against anything superstitious! This so-called “going in circles” was simply some trick. It’s not real!

Jiang Pengji observed for a little while and suddenly laughed with contempt.

Stupid party tricks! Just as she had expected.

These kinds of tricks might work on regular human beings with limited spiritual power. But there was no way they could stop someone like her.

The person behind it might as well be reborn and learn their tricks better.

Compared to the quiet outside, it was pretty busy inside.

Wuma Jun was laughing and drinking with several maids in his arms, totally enjoying himself.

“You are still messing around!” someone snorted.

Wuma Jun was just about to slip his hand into a maid’s blouse to feel the softness. Just as they were about to get down to “business,” a cold snort interrupted the two.

Wuma Jun acted as if he had been struck by lightning. He pushed the maid to the side and kicked everyone out.

He then knelt down and said with awe and respect, “Mother.”

An elegant figure appeared out of thin air.

She was breathtakingly stunning, wearing a red outfit and a full face of makeup, which made her even more enchanting.

The woman in red looked down and gazed at the back of Wuma Jun’s head. Her eyes were ice cold with no trace of affection, as if she were looking at a product.